Whoa, so this may take a bit to tell, so I am going to say this is Desirae Chapter 1.
Spelling BAD, I will try and spell check....but I am not promising a thing!
I am not a drug addict or an Alcoholic. I am not a hooker, nor have I even stripped for a living. Never thought about suicide or anything else that may make a story an interesting one. However its fascinating in itself how I could have gone through so much and ended up not being on of those fore mentioned categories.
I was born. Yes born, not a test tube or cloned. I was conceived the good old fashioned way by a couple of teenagers at a party.
My egg donors version, she needed to get out of her house. She was under the rule of her parents, and as all teenagers will tell you...that they know more and why should they listen to parents. My grandfather had died about the same time my mother conceived me and wouldn't you know it My father was older by a couple of years. Can we say daddy issues?
My sperm donors version is well, she was willing and why not.....He did the "right" thing and married her....Great....One point for Egg Donor...Trap 1 a success......Sperm donor had his own issues though, primarily drugs alcohol oh and did I mention, Narcissistic Sociopath....but that's a different chapter.
My mother started to abuse drugs and Alcohol around the same time. She claims that in the 70's you were told by doctors to drink a glass of red wine a day to help with anxiety and antioxidants for the developing fetus, well my question to her was was the glass for a giant? Or did she just drink right from the Trailer park Box?
So as I have heard the stories from both sides, My mom, tells me that right after they got married things starting turning for the worse, No really? Ya Think?, she caught him cheating a number of times with what she calls very Ugly women.....big boned and big breasted and Young, always under 19. He at the time was 21 or 22. She told me she tried to get a divorce but the judge told her she was hormonal and couldn't get a divorce until the baby was born.
According to accounts the day she went into labor, she packed his bags took them to his girlfriends house and demanded the divorce...funny a woman in labor having the were-with-all to pack a bag....ummmm questionable. Anyways, She states when she got there she caught him in the act with the LARGE woman. After the act of pushing a baby out was done, she went to the judge and had him sign the order......Not sure which events are true. But as she puts it my 5 pound body ravaged her insides and she lay bed ridden for days, so how she went to the judge the next day has always remains a mystery.
My dads side is quite different as you can imagine....according to his side, my mom became bitchy, whinny and naggy. OF COURSE...all women according to men have the same affliction, couldn't possibly be the men? He claims he was not informed of my impending ravaging of my mothers body. He states he was only with other women after they went their separate ways....well not sure I believe either one of them. BUT what can I do. So here I am, Evil Fetus. Hear me roar.....
Oh sure this isn't any different than most Evil Fetus stories. We come in a ball of cells hell bent on destroying the parents who foolishly thought we would change everything for the better. And as you will see in further chapters this will not be the case. Stay tuned for the case Of Evil Fetus turns into a Toddler....
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